Rudiments of English Composition

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Page 16 The arrows of calumny fall harmlesly at the feet of virtue. The road to the blisful
regions is as open to the peasant as to the king. A perverse and willful disposition
is at once unamiable and sinful. VIII. The vessel is a total wrec: the goods which ...

Page 17 The arrows of calumny fall harmlesly at the feet of virtue. The road to the blisful
regions is as open to the peasant as to the king. A perverse and willful disposition
is at once unamiable and sinful. VIII. The vessel is a total wrec: the goods which ...

Page 94 - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.

Page 41 - A brute arrives at a point of perfection that he can never pass : in a few years he has all the endowments he is capable of; and were he to live ten thousand more, would be the same thing he is at present.

Page 56 - Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill ; But, of the two, less dangerous is the offence To tire our patience, than mislead our sense. Some few in that, but numbers err in this ; Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss : A fool might once himself alone expose : Now one in verse makes many more in prose.

Page 56 - To tire our patience than mislead our sense : Some few in that, but numbers err in this; Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose ; Now one in verse makes many more in prose. Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

Page 94 - I cannot but imagine the virtuous heroes, legislators, and patriots, of every age and country, are bending from their elevated seats to witness this contest, as if they were incapable, till it be brought to a favourable issue, of enjoying their eternal repose. Enjoy that repose, illustrious immortals...